I woke up this morning, sat at the kitchen table, and my mom came up and slapped me upside the head. There actually was a bit more to it than that, but why ruin the idea everyone has of me not being a bitchy callous sister who'll take any excuse to inflict physical and mental pain on her 5 year old brother?

*hacking cough*

I'd always meant to watch Revealed, but I was always too busy. But today I wasn't, and I watched Destiny's Child. It was good. Right afterward I worked out, listening to their third album.

I want to hurt someone. I just swept and mopped the kitchen floor Thursday, and I woke up to find crumbs and iced tea spills everywhere. Also, my brother scattered the movies all over the floor even though I'd just organized them alphabetically (I know, I'm scary) onto the shelf... which I made myself in Industrial Arts class, FYI. ^.^ Anyways, I stood there, giving him my 'look of death' while forcing him to put each and every movie back. That was fun.

Yesterday, my Uncle was drunk. I came over to help my cousin with her computer, and he came in, shook my hand, and said "Are you my friend? Do you think I'm a jerk?" ...God, I wanted to say that, yes, I thought he was a big-time jerk; a bastard I wish I wasn't related to. Instead I humoured him because he was drunk and could easily hurt me. I hate my family.

All I have right now is my workouts. I stretch, I run, I do my crunches and lunges, and it's all I have. I dislike my family, I don't associate with my friends; all I have is my workouts. I have The Mole, too, and my obsessive cleaning.

I think I have a mild mental disorder of some sort. I'm just not normal, and I can't classify what's wrong with me. I'm just abnormal, mentally. Hrm.

then + now